The Dilemma Between Two Choices
68. The Grief of Nafeesa
"Yes Mi are we seriously going home?" Sahut Daffa who joined in their conversation.
"Dear, my mother is serious we will return to Indonesia precisely at the house of Oma Dea, are you happy?" Nafeesa asked in front of the twins.
"Hore we will go home to Indonesia, I love Indonesia," said Daffa who had jumped up and down so happy because he would set foot in the homeland of the country where his parents were born.
"Thank God, after almost seven years in Germany, I continued to move to Washington, DC, finally able to return to my homeland, about how Mas Andra was," he looked at the plane window.
Sakti who accidentally saw his wife was daydreaming, he walked towards Nafeesa who was sitting on the sofa while turning on the tv but his vision was not fixed on the TV but, was elsewhere.
The television is currently airing a live broadcast from one of the private television stations with the theme of Little Koriah. On TV it was airing a small child who was about 6 years or 7 years old was reading the holy verse of the Qur'an surah an-nisa.
So melodious and beautiful the voice of the little boy was able to hypnotize him, his gaze was diverted. Nafeesa spontaneously looked at the tv, she was amazed to the point that she was dripping with tears.
"The boy is very smart and beautiful, surely both his parents are very proud and happy, if I also have a daughter I must be very happy but, uh, it was impossible that Mas Sakti was unable to do so," he murmured as he wiped his flowing tears.
Sakti hugs Nafeesa from behind, but she greets Naf earlier so as not to be surprised like she was then.
"Darling what happened to you?" Tanya Sakti whose finger wiped away his wife's tears very carefully.
Nafeesa turned her head towards Sakti on her right, "I was just moved and proud to see that little boy Mas."
Nafeesa answered and pointed to a television screen featuring a little girl. Sakti reflexively looks in the direction pointed by Nafeesa.
Sakti was also moved when he heard the explanation from the famous MC artist in our country, Irfan Hakim. He talked casually and asked the boy.
"Assalamualaikum adek" said Irfan Hakim.
"Waalaikum greetings,* he replied with a smile that had previously adorned his face that looked timid.
"Your voice is so sweet to know whose name it is?" Ask Irfan.
"Dilara Aysila Airen Handoko Om," he replied steadily.
Nafeesa immediately sharpened his hearing as the boy mentioned his name.
"Dilara Aysila Airen Handoko is a very beautiful name" said Irfan Hakim.
"So what do you call it, son?" Ask again Irfan Hakim.
"Call Ara only Om," he replied, slightly shaking his body which was standing on the stage.
"Ara here who's the same with Papa or Mama Nak?" Ask Irfan again.
"I was escorted by Papa and Granny Om if Ma-ma..," Ara's words were cut because she didn't know what to answer.
Only tears are able to represent the feelings and answers of the questions mc Irfan Hakim. Ara hiccupped until her tears fell down her cheeks and microphone.
Irfan Hakim and the others were curious about what was happening. They did not understand what happened to Ara.
"Ma-ma is gone yet to go home, said Papa Om," he replied in a very small voice.
Everyone was sad and crying, no one in there was sad. Likewise with Sakti and Nafeesa who watched the event live.
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